南亭珠江,缓缓流过,连同来来去去的船,还有简陋的渡轮。榕树下垂钓的老伯,昏昏欲睡。退休经年的鱼篓们,闲挂于树,回味着或有或无的鱼。小小的南亭村,宛如疲惫的眼,每天望着南方。植根在岭南,翠绿如静止的芭蕉叶。也是榕树下,摩的正安静地等待,等待。菜贩精心整理香葱、芥蓝,以及奇奇怪怪的果子。数不清的暗红色校舍,铸成大学之城。成千上万自行车上的学子,欢快奔涌,以春天的 South Pavilion Pearl River, flowing slowly, along with the ships coming and going, as well as crude ferry. Banyan angler fishing old man, sleepy. Retired perennial baskets who hang on the tree, aftertaste with or without fish. Small South Pavilion Village, like a tired eye, looking at the South every day. Rooted in Lingnan, green as still banana leaves. Also under the banyan tree, Mount is quietly waiting, waiting. Vegetable vendors carefully chopped chives, kale, and weird fruits. Countless dark red school buildings, cast into the city of the University. Thousands of students on bicycles, merry rush to spring